Chapter 373: Forgetting Hope (18)

Once upon a time, we were still innocent children under the veins of the slanting sun, we were still smiling girls under the willows, we were still the kapok who did whatever we wanted in the spring breeze, we didn't understand the world, we didn't love flashy, we didn't talk about joy and sorrow, and we only did our original self in the depths of the passing years. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Once upon a time, we woke up our sleeping hearts, opened our hazy eyes, stirred up a vision of the future, we identified a dream and worked tirelessly for it, and we did everything we could to get closer to it. However, when we finally reached the age we had dreamed of, we found that our dreams had long since disappeared. It turned out that as I walked, I forgot about it, and my dreams faded; When you look at it, you lose it, and you don't have to look for the road; When I looked back, I found that my dream was gone, and I began to blame myself......

"Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people are changeable." Perhaps, the soul is a tree that never grows old, and we always look for the original in a hundred turns, perhaps, the original is inseparable from it. We reminisce about the hurried years, but we have to speed up the pace of progress, and we can only get stronger and stronger under the polish of time.

Tonight, my mind is flying. I remembered the original dream, and I couldn't help but look back at those times. It's just that time has passed, and I have learned that the initial is not necessarily the most true, but the most suitable for myself is the most true. We are growing, we are changing, from not having in the morning to being, from enthusiasm to change, we have experienced too many changes in people and things, witnessed too many vicissitudes of life, gradually, understood.

Understand that the soul is also a flowering tree, constantly ever-changing, and what we want to pick is not necessarily the first most gorgeous, not necessarily the largest and most charming, what we really need is the most true that suits us. We should be soaked in the fountain of tears and sprinkled with blood and rain to water and care for this truest tree. Bloom your truest self.

I understand that childhood dreams are our lifelong concerns, and childhood dreams are warm from the beginning. But the mind is a tree that will bloom, with three thousand flowers, only one is taken, and it always blooms the most truly in a thousand turns. Therefore, we don't need to be sad, we don't need to be sad, we don't need to be sad, we rely on the intersection of time, and in the passing of the season, we pursue the truest dreams and bloom the truest selves.

I understood that the years were quiet, smiled at the hurried year, turned around, and thought about hugging tomorrow. The original dreams of those years are still beautiful in our hearts, and we just need to remember those beautiful ones. Grasping the present and living in the present is the truth.

The past - remembrance, the present - effort, the future - better.

The soul is a tree that never grows old, always looking for the first in a hundred turns; The soul is also a tree that blooms, always blooming in a thousand turns. Have you ever felt the same way, my dear?

Over the years, we have laughed, the vicissitudes of life, we have experienced, the warmth and coldness of human affection, we have endured, the fate is deep and shallow, we have suffered. The journey of life is a rush, all the way to the ditch, constantly crossing, all the way to the bitterness, constantly surpassing, along the way mature, grateful. Enjoy a spring flower, watch a season of red, cherish a understanding, the journey is in a hurry, just a passing by that is compatible with gains and losses, exile a mood, and a soul free and easy, so that life sings all the way.

The wind in September with the coolness of autumn, messed up the thoughts in my heart, the yellowed fallen leaves curled slightly, with traces of vicissitudes, drew a beautiful posture and floated down, and suddenly felt that the vicissitudes of life were so beautiful. Maybe the drift of the fallen leaves will be a more difficult journey, but that understanding, that obsession will not change its tenacious character, there is no sadness and no loss all the way, and it always firmly believes that the season of reincarnation is still its own green.

Along the way, it is inevitable to carry the dust of the years, life will always leave us with a lot of feelings, passing things, passing people, have left us a lot of stories, occasionally flip up, will be a kind of moving, those unsolvable hearts, has no longer been infected by irritability, slowly precipitated in time, just because we know more how to love ourselves, how to love life, we have to move forward, and how can we be dominated by the smoke of the past.

Life is like a glass of wine, you need to taste it carefully, you may feel bitter in your mouth, but it is mellow when you swallow it. When we throw down the shadows, give up the shell of the back, it turns out that what is returned to ourselves is the whole world, life is like a song, tactfully with a mediocre melody, playing the joys and sorrows of the world, we listen, feel, and it is not a single year of coldness, but the real sense of life.

Enjoy a season of spring flowers, look at the falling leaves of the year, only to find that we actually have a lot, but ignore what we really have, but often pursue those illusory things, and wait until they lose it to know how to look back and regret, but is it too late? People always find all kinds of reasons to tell their misfortunes, all because they trample on the sanctity of life, compared to those scenery that only has one season, what reason to talk about not being satisfied?

Life is a long road, and laughter and laughter will accompany us all the way, and we always keep the setbacks in mind, indifferent to the accompanying laughter, and use the way of memories to repeatedly ravage those unpleasantness that have passed, cruelly torture themselves, those who remain in the life of the staggered, can no longer return to the original starting point, there is no need to hold on to the tail of the past, and humble the present good life.

Life needs not only to rush, but also to accompany the mood all the way, if yesterday's unhappiness to today, we will be covered by shadows, can not see the dawn, can not see the future, when we use a happy attitude to feel the morning sun, with a grateful heart to appreciate the afterglow of the sunset, will sleep more sweetly in the satisfaction, will relieve the fatigue in the journey of life. I always thought that life led us forward, but I slowly understood that it was mood that dominated the meaning of survival.

In the cool autumn season, a place is red, I see the fragility of life, the silent silence, tells us a story, love yourself, love life, gathering and scattering is a fate, cherish a fate, cherish a meeting, the season of reincarnation, maybe it is a permanent parting, for the trivial things in life, the complex that cannot be dispersed, why bother to find fault so much, let go of a dispute, what you get is a tolerance, reduce a care, you will be more open, more tolerant, I believe we will not lose anything.

Life is in a hurry, in a blink of an eye is decades, because there are dreams, there are pursuits, we always yearn for perfection, but perfection is actually a state of mind, know that perfection will come naturally, not to mention that you will carry too much burden on yourself, and in the end you will be tired, life needs a kind of indifference, life needs to reduce the burden, when we abandon a lot of distractions and defeat the mentality with reason, we will find ourselves particularly powerful, and what can not be defeated at this time? When health is always with us, that is the greatest wealth and happiness.

Walk all the way, listen all the way, let the beautiful rhythm of life be integrated into every pulse, accompany us to grow old in the quiet years, let the journey of life carry the fragrance of the world, and sing gently all the way......

(To be continued.) )